Page 90 of The Rookie

“Fuck, Avery?—”

His voice is wrecked, guttural, his body going taut above me as he thrusts one last time, burying himself deep and following me over the edge.

The groan that rips from his throat is pure sin, deep and raw, his body shuddering against mine as he empties himself inside me.

For a long second, neither of us moves—our bodies still intertwined, trembling, chests heaving.

Then Griffin collapses onto his forearms, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath hot and uneven as he struggles to catch it.

I can still feel him inside me, still stretched, still aching, and all I can think is?—

I want more.

twenty-six

. . .

Avery

For a long moment,neither of us moves, the only sound in the room our ragged breaths. My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve still humming with the aftermath of what just happened.

Griffin finally lifts his head, his green eyes blazing as he smirks down at me. “Sinclair, I mean, holy fucking hell. I knew it would be good. But that? That was…”

I push my hands against his chest, shoving him off me. He lands beside me, still grinning, and I shake my head, trying to catch my breath.

“Shut up, Knox,” I say, though the grin tugging at my lips betrays me.

“Make me,” he murmurs, his voice still rough as he pulls me back against him, his hand sliding possessively over my hip. His thumb brushes lazy circles against my skin, sending another ripple of heat through me.

“You’re just saying that because it was your first time,” I tease, my voice breathy. “And you know what? You weren’t bad, either.”

His grin widens, cocky and so Griffin. “Not bad? Baby, you were screaming my name five minutes ago. How many times did you cum? I lost count.”

“Can you just be humble for once.”

“Never.”

I roll my eyes, but I’m too blissed out to argue. His hand tightens slightly on my hip, and I feel him shift closer, his expression softening just a little.

“On a serious note,” he says, his voice dipping low, “that was incredible. But I have one request.”

“Oh?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

His grin falters for a second, and he looks almost…nervous? “Yeah. I’d like to, you know. Work on my game. With you. If you’re okay with that, that is.”

I blink, my lips twitching with amusement. “Work on your game? What does that even mean?”

“Well, since you’re the first one I’ve been with—I’ve never gone down on anyone, and I’d like to get better at it. With you,” he says, his words a mix of confidence and vulnerability. “Do you mind if we…practice a lot while we’re down here?”

My eyes widen, heat rushing to my cheeks. “You’re saying…”

He nods, his grin returning, slow and teasing. “I’m saying, if you’re game, I’d like to spend the rest of this trip getting really, really good at making you scream.”

Griffin's laugh is rich and warm, vibrating through my bones as he pulls me into a kiss—deep, slow, like he’s savoring me, like he’s still not done with me.

I can still taste him, can still feel everywhere he’s been, and yet—somehow—I already want more.

“Come here,” he growls, his voice dropping to that wrecked, post-orgasm rasp that sends a shiver straight through me.

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